12dz Chapter 74 Six Years in a Hurry
Chapter 74 Six Years in a Hurry
After studying for an hour, Yang Changsheng began to try cultivating the Great Evolution Myriad Souls Technique.
"hiss……"
Even with the powerful vitality and self-healing ability brought by the ancient tree imprint, Yang Changsheng's face turned deathly pale the moment he tried this method for the first time.
His forehead veins bulged, large beads of sweat rolled down his face, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
The tearing sensation originating from the depths of the soul, and the phantom pain like being stabbed by a thousand needles, far exceeded the limits of what the body could bear.
He gritted his teeth, channeling the wisps of life force emanating from the ancient golden tree to envelop his violently trembling sea of consciousness. At the same time, he took out a bewitching flower and held it under his tongue.
A strange, cool, and bitter scent spread out, slightly calming the turbulent soul.
He persisted in circulating the incantation, guiding the faint yet resilient threads of divine thought within the soul-forging furnace of his sea of consciousness, beginning his first clumsy and painful self-refinement.
A full half hour passed before he slowly finished his practice.
"The Great Evolution Myriad Souls Technique... truly extraordinary! These spirit stones were well worth the money!"
Yang Changsheng rubbed his temples, exhaling a long breath of turbid air tinged with the smell of blood. His eyes were filled with exhaustion, but deep within them burned a scorching light.
It hurts, it really hurts! But the effect is immediate.
He could clearly feel that although the total amount of his divine sense had not increased, it seemed to have been compressed and condensed, and his perception of the outside world had become slightly more acute.
From then on, Yang Changsheng divided all the daily routines of the courtyard at No. 9527 Tingchao Lane into strict segments, which were executed without any delays.
At dawn, around 5:00 AM, the first light of day was faint.
Yang Changsheng was already in the courtyard, having formed the Sun Tribulation Seal. Facing the rising sun, he began to circulate the Nine Revolutions of the Sun and Moon Tribulation Forging Scripture.
The intense heat of the sun was forcibly channeled into the meridians, flowing like magma and scorching the flesh and bones.
The ancient tree's imprint glows with a vibrant green light, followed by immense vitality that rapidly repairs damage, making every inch of the tree stronger through destruction and rebirth.
With the strength of a single arm, he has quietly approached the 43,000-jin mark.
He returned to the quiet room at Chenshi (7-9 AM).
After taking a substandard Marrow Cleansing Pill, he sat cross-legged and circulated the Mysterious Origin Technique to refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the medicinal power.
The gentle, vibrant magical power flowed gently through his meridians, nourishing his dantian and gradually accumulating the foundation for breaking through to the sixth level of Qi Refining.
After a short rest at 9:00 AM, we enjoyed delicious spiritual food cooked with spiritual rice and ingredients, satisfying our appetites. We sat cross-legged in the courtyard, admiring the azure sky and relaxing.
At noon, the sun is high in the sky.
He began cultivating the "Nine Revolutions of the Sun and Moon Forging Scripture" again, absorbing even more intense essence of the sun.
Sweat quickly soaked through his body, and under the high temperature on his skin, it evaporated into a thin white mist.
At the hour of Wei (1-3 PM), spiritual practice begins.
Yang Changsheng inhaled a Bewitching Flower and fully activated the Great Evolution Myriad Souls Technique. Within his sea of consciousness, countless divine thoughts collided, tore apart, and recombined like threads.
The excruciating pain contorted his face, and his body tensed like iron.
The vitality of the ancient golden tree and the medicinal power of the bewitching flower intertwined with his unwavering Dao heart, becoming the foundation for his fight against pain.
Shen Shi (3-5 PM) focused on puppet making.
On the workbench of the puppet workshop, black iron ingots, red copper wire, mid-grade magic weapon-level rune engraving knives, low-grade wolf hair brushes, and other items were neatly arranged.
Yang Changsheng's hands were steady and swift, his divine sense like a precision engraving knife, guiding his magic power to smoothly trace rune paths on the black iron components.
The immense power granted by the Body Tempering Technique allowed him to handle hard materials as easily as kneading mud.
Within an hour, the rough prototypes of the four black iron woodcutters were completed.
The enhancement of spiritual awareness significantly increased the speed and success rate of inscribing runes.
Purify the waste pills at the hour of You (5-7 PM).
In the quiet room, a dozen or so dull-colored, stained, and toxic waste pills were laid out in front of Yang Changsheng, including Marrow Cleansing Pills, Qi Returning Pills, and rare Spirit Nourishing Pills.
He focused his mind and calmed his spirit. His powerful divine sense, honed by the Great Evolution Myriad Souls Technique, was like the most intricate net, probing into the core of the pill and precisely locking onto those violent pill toxins and impurities.
At the same time, strands of incredibly pure golden ancient tree vitality flowed from his fingertips, domineeringly enveloping the waste pill.
The life force washes away the erysipelas and dissolves it continuously, emitting a faint "sizzling" sound, as impurities are peeled away and annihilated thread by thread.
A quarter of an hour later, the originally grayish pill became a little rounder. Although its spiritual light was far less dazzling than that of a genuine pill, it had also lost its poisonous aura and became a second-grade pill that could be consumed.
These substandard pills were an important source of his income from spirit stones.
The puppet making continued at the hour of Xu (7-9 PM).
The core magic array was embedded into the rough black iron woodcutter blank completed during the day, the joints were adjusted, and the final overall spirit tempering was performed.
Once the four main bodies were completed, the black iron woodcutter puppets, gleaming with a cold metallic light, stood neatly in the corner of the wall.
At Hai hour (9-11 PM), he circulated the "Mysterious Origin Technique" again to conduct evening practice, consolidating his cultivation and nourishing his meridians.
A short nap at midnight, followed by deep meditation to replace some rest, allows the mind and spirit to gradually recover.
Four hours for Qi cultivation, one hour for body refinement, one hour for spirit refinement, five and a half hours for puppet production and purification, and only half an hour for necessary relaxation.
This was the ironclad rule that Yang Changsheng set for himself, squeezing every moment to its fullest potential.
For an immortal to grow on the long road of cultivation without being threatened by anyone, they must possess sufficient strength. Time is both the least valuable and the most valuable thing to them.
As the various materials piled up in the puppet workshop gradually decreased, they were replaced by rows of solemn black iron woodcutter puppets, and jade bottles containing substandard pills continued to accumulate in the storage bag.
And his aura gradually became more profound and serene through this almost self-torturous ascetic practice.
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Time flows like water, quietly slipping through the seasons in a monotonous cycle.
The moss in the corner of the courtyard turned green and then yellow again, and the sound of the waves of the lake outside Tingchao Lane remained the same, but the atmosphere of gloom and tension carried by the wind grew stronger.
The struggle between the Lu and Wang families was like a surging undercurrent at the bottom of a lake. Although it did not cause a huge wave on the surface of the market, the unease in the air and the fluctuations of cultivators fighting from time to time indicated that the war had never stopped.
In the quiet room, Yang Changsheng, having finished his cultivation, slowly opened his eyes.
A year of arduous training brought about indescribable changes in him.
Having reached the mid-sixth level of the Body Refinement Technique, a golden jade luster emanates from beneath his skin, and his every move contains a power far greater than before.
Although his cultivation level had not broken through, his aura was harmonious and his magical power fluctuations were significantly stronger, far exceeding those of cultivators with mid-grade spiritual roots.
The most striking change was in his gaze.
Those black eyes became unusually deep and calm, as if they contained two deep pools, exuding an inexplicable pressure.
As my gaze swept across the room, the grain of the wooden planks in the cracks of the corner, and the fine dust particles, were all clearly imprinted in my mind, crystal clear.
"Buzz!"
With a slight thought, his divine sense spread out instantly like an invisible net.
Twelve feet!
The range of his divine sense coverage had increased dramatically from eight zhang a year ago to twelve zhang, far exceeding the level of an ordinary Qi Refining seventh-level cultivator.
The domineering tempering of the Great Evolution Myriad Souls Technique, abundant resources, and an already solid foundation make the effects of spiritual cultivation outstanding.